Chapter 99 Tang San is still in PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds
Fasno Province, on the outskirts of Notting City.
Holy Soul Village.
In a dilapidated blacksmith shop.
There was a sound of hammering iron.
"boom."
A figure, tall but full of alcohol, with dirty hair like a messy bird's nest on the tree.
Tang Hao was unshaven and there was no emotion in his eyes.
He threw the hammer on the ground, supported his heavy body, and slowly walked towards the wooden bed next to the boiler.
There was dark and yellow grease on the wooden bed, which was obviously caused by someone staying there for a long time without taking a bath.
Tang Hao lay down casually and said in a low voice:
"Just give 10 copper soul coins to the kid next to you."
"What you're doing here is too bad. Can you get rid of the weeds?"
Looking at the crooked sickle in front of him, the farmer looked disgusted.
"Um?"
Tang Hao sat up, with a dangerous look in his eyes.
Although he was extremely slovenly, his relatively burly body matched that face and his aura as a soul master.
It is still very good to calm the farmers.
"Ahem, as long as it works, it works."
The farmer cursed secretly in his heart, picked up the uncomfortable sickle, threw 10 copper soul coins to the child beside him, and ran away.
If you weren't the only one doing the blacksmith business here, I would have come to you when I was full!
Chao, next time I will go to the city to make things, and then I will be a dog here, making money for you, no shit!
"snort."
Tang Hao snorted and lay down again.
The dark finger pointed at Tang San who was stealing next to the boiler, ah no, take the remaining iron piece.
"Go and use that copper soul coin, get me a drink and come back and ask the store for another peanut."
Tang San, who was thin and dressed extremely plainly, nodded.
Even if the person in front of you filled your mouth with boiling hot porridge when you first came into this world, your own throat was burned.
It took two years of practicing Xuantian Kung to recover from the injury.
Even though he had never cared about himself, cooking and washing had been completely left to him since he could stand and walk.
Even though he never called him son.
Even though he drinks and sinks all day long, his family has always been so poor.
I could never harbor any resentment towards him.
Because, this is his Tang San's father.
No matter whether he did something wrong or not, no matter how he treated himself, he only knew one thing.
That is absolute obedience and absolute forgiveness.
In my previous life, I never enjoyed my father's love, but in this life, I must cherish it!
Everything I have suffered before and now is the test and encouragement from my father, and it is absolutely the right thing to do!
"Dad, do you still want to spend it all?"
"Um--"
Tang Hao's voice was weak, and not long after he responded, a slight snore could be heard.
Tang San was silent and sighed in his heart, he couldn't save even a little of this money.
Without funds, his father would not be able to add raw iron, and he would not be able to save the raw materials he needs. When will the Tang Sect's hidden weapons reappear in the world?
"Dad, there is no rice at home"
Tang Hao's snoring stopped, and his tone seemed a little tangled:
"Then take out four coins, oh no, three coins will do, and go buy rice. Well, there is also firewood, don't buy it, go up the mountain and chop some and come back. Remember to come back at noon to cook."
Tang San, who was just four years old in this life, pursed his lips and said:
"Okay, Dad."
Immediately, Tang San set off.
One morning, he had to go up the mountain to cut firewood, go down the mountain to buy rice, wine and peanuts, and return to the blacksmith shop before noon to make lunch for Tang Hao.
The heavy ax seemed too big in the hands of four-year-old Tang San.
Swinging the ax in his hand laboriously, Tang San gasped for breath.
I don’t sleep well, I don’t eat enough, and I have to work every day.
Even prison would be better than his current life.
Tang San looked around for a while, and the next moment, Xuan Tian Gong was activated, and a faint white brilliance faintly glowed on his hand.
"boom!"
The trunk of the dead wood was chopped down by Tang San.
Tang Hao's eyes were cold in the dark. He noticed something was wrong with Tang San not knowing how long ago.
A child could actually survive such a battle without crying or fussing.
Although he didn't pay attention at first, he was shocked when he realized something was wrong with the porridge he fed him.
The injuries to his throat and lungs were able to heal on their own without him seeing a doctor.
There is also his unknown practice method that comes from nowhere, and his weird behavior of going to the mountains every day to turn into purple eyes.
It's not even possible to prevent Tang Hao from feeling confused.
Tang Hao exhaled and shook his head indifferently:
"No matter who you are, it has nothing to do with me. I look forward to the day when your martial spirit awakens. It's best not to let me down, otherwise."
A cold look flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, and he reappeared in the blacksmith shop, lying on the broken bed that could drip oil, and closed his eyes.
Tang San, who was collecting firewood, was suddenly startled. An iron nail was already in his hand, and he looked around in panic.
"It feels so scary. I actually feel like I'm going to die. What just happened?!"
Tang San swallowed, frowned, moved his little feet bit by bit, and walked down the mountain.
In a battle of wits and courage with the air, Tang San finally returned to the foot of the mountain.
He glanced at the woods on the mountain with some doubts, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes: "Damn it, don't let me know who or what it was just now, otherwise, hum, you have a way to die!"
Walking towards the shops in the village.
"Boss, bring me drinks for 6 copper soul coins and rice for three copper soul coins."
The boss sighed and looked at Tang San, who was no taller than the table, carrying a bamboo basket as tall as himself on his back.
He shook his head: "Okay, wait until I get it for you."
Tang San's weak voice came again: "Boss, can you give me some peanuts?"
The boss was stunned and looked at the leftover food of the customer in the seat in front of him.
"You can take all the remaining peanuts from the table over there. I don't want your money."
Tang San's eyes lit up, this was another copper soul coin saved, great!
A copper soul coin can never be spent in a lifetime, in a lifetime.
Looking at the bamboo basket on his back, he was stumbling and walking slowly.
Tang San kowtowed step by step, his boss grinned and kept shaking his head.
Both members of this family are freaks.
The old man is not like a father, he is born but not raised.
You're young, and your brain is even more sick. He's already treated you like this, and you're still trying to please him like this?
Simply.
I wanted to help you get something before, but you actually refused. What did your father say that you want to take it back with your own hands? Helping him is going against him.
It was simply sick. Since that time, I had never taken the initiative to help him again.
When Tang San returned home, his whole body was already covered with sweat, and his eyes were a little dizzy.
He hurriedly put down the bamboo basket behind his back and wanted to take a sip of water first. When he came to the water tank, he found that he had just run out of iron.
After a moment of silence, Tang San picked up the wooden barrel on the side and walked towards the river with a steady pace.
(End of this chapter)